7/7/08

Well, one year ago today I was at the Tail of the Dragon with Pat and Shi-Chi. It seems like just the other day and yet it also seems like æons ago. Kooky. So anyhoo, I got a little work done on George this weekend. It was damned little work, so don’t get too excited. Here’s how the long weekend went down. Thursday evening I got a text message from my friend Amy. Oh wait, y'all already got the news about going back to Silhouettes and finally finding the Goth Chick I was looking for the weekend before. It wasn’t her crowd, or mine for that matter, so she wasn’t in the best mood. When I'd had enough of the douche bag bikers, I headed out. I tipped her $65.00 on stage two as I was leaving and she perked up a bit. She seemed genuinely appreciative, but Juan never really knows with strippers. I shot Spiderman that report as I was walking back to the car through all the Hardly-Dumb-Assed-Ones and their riders. Fucking douche bags. “Ooh, I'm such a rebel. I'm such an individual. I ride the same bike as everyone else. I wear the same gay-assed leather chaps, and vest, and tassels, and ball-gag, and butt-plug, as everyone else. I have ‘tribal’ tattoos just like everyone else. I hang out in the same ‘rough and tough’ bars as everyone else. Look at me being different, just like everyone else.” I wish the real bikers would kick the ever living shit out of all the posers, and then get tossed in jail for doing it. Hey, I never said I liked them either. Actually, what would suit me best would be for the real bikers to kill all the poser bikers and then all get killed in a shootout with police afterward. Let the bad guys take out the annoying douche bag Hardly-Dumb-Assed-One riders, and the good guys take out the rest. It’s a win-win situation. I fucking hate Hardly-Dumb-Assed-Ones. Ok, so I seem to have gone off on a tangent. Where was I? Ok, so I went back to Silhouettes and saw my Goth Chick finally. Friday morning I got up when I heard the doorbell. Mom had said her sister was going to be at a loose end on the 4^th since Uncle Jim was going to be out of town, or something. It was Aunt Margaret at the door. We had planned to all go see “Get Smart” and have either dinner or lunch together. Well, it was 1045 h or so, so we decided on lunch at the house, then the movie, then dinner out somewhere. I took a shower while they got lunch ready. We ate then decided on a showing. We chose the 1500 h screening and said we’d meet at the box office around 1450 h. That left me no time to “do” anything so I hung out at the house. Around 1430 h, mom and I headed out. We called to confirm which theater Aunt Margaret was going to meet us at and found we were headed to different places. We got it straightened out and met at the box office. We found seats and watched the flick. I liked it. Of course, I liked the TV show. It was a good interpretation of the series onto the big screen, very much unlike any previous attempts at making a “Get Smart” movie. Oh, and Anne Hathaway… I'm speechless. Yummo. After the movie, we were going to go to Kincaid’s for a hamburger but they were closed. We wound up at Fuddruckers instead. The rest of the evening was wasted in front of the TV. Saturday morning I was going to meet John at the shop. He called as I was leaving and asked, “Just how badly do you want to work at the shop today?” I told him I was forcing myself to do it, “Why, what do you have in mind?” He had sent me a picture of a scooter for sale and asked if it were more “manly” than a Vespa. I told him that no scooter was manly but the Vespa at least had the retro-cool factor going for it. He suggested that I pick him up and we go to the Vespa dealer instead of the shop. I agreed to that and headed his way. The Vespa dealer was closed. We drove around for a while and finally gave up and went to the shop. We discussed Barbecue Bob’s fate and I think I've come to a decision: if the Army dude in California doesn’t buy it when he returns from Iraq, I'll have John install the KA-24 and keep the car. John got to work on his 1200 and I watched. A dude from Killeen came up for the day to hang out with us so we, well, hung out. John had his hood up so it took my Sunny grill out and set it aside. That was impetus enough for John to go out back and swap out his new chrome amber-red-clear taillights for the all red taillights we made for the Chickenhawk, in the Chickenhawk. With all the light swapping going on, I decided to go ahead and rewire the harnesses (harnii?) for George’s taillights and install them. This I did. I still need to install bulbs but the housings and harnesses (again I ask, harnii?) are in place. As I walked away I said I could go ahead and install the drums on the rear axle to consider that job complete, but I didn’t feel like it. About a minute later I felt guilty enough to go ahead and do it. Turns out, I hadn’t tightened the backing plate and axle on the driver’s side of the axle. I did that and go the drums on. By now it was hot and late enough that we decided to call it a day. We cleaned up and went to Genghis Grille. Oh yeah, they finally opened the GG on Bryant Irvin Road! I'll be eating there a lot. I dropped John off at his house and went home. Sunday, mom and I had lunch at Rockfish because she had a coupon or something. She told me that she and my sister will be going to Ohio again at the end of July but this year my brother-in-law will be riding with them as far as Louisville Kentucky. They are going to rent a van. I said they were welcome to use Mr. Wiggly. She laughed and said I should take it to Granbury and see what they thought. After lunch, and dropping her at the house, I went to the shop to get Mr. Wiggly. I drove him to Granbury where they vetoed the idea. I really like that loud hot uncomfortable difficult to drive gas guzzling ugly old POS van. I was going to say, “I guess it is my Hardly” but I don’t want to give those douche bags that much credit or insult Mr. Wiggly in that way.